I stared at the stars with a sword in my eyes,

I hate how their fires disturb the night sky,

their signs are a sin and horrible lie,

a devious demon that never complies.

the stars.. (are dead)

my truth.. (instead)

on faith... (rely)

god owns.. (the sky)

I forged my own scriptures in the furnace of pride,

I curse how their radiance can never be denied,

their light is a thief and a dangerous guide,

a patient inquisitor that will watch me 'til I died.

the stars.. (are dead)

my truth.. (instead)

on faith... (rely)

god owns.. (the sky)

I built my own heaven from bedrock and chain,

I scorn how their vastness can render it plain,

their gaze is a verdict that chills to the brain,

a silent tribunal that scorns all my pain.

the stars.. (are dead)

my truth.. (instead)

on faith... (rely)

god owns.. (the sky)

I shout my own gospel to eclipses I've spun,

I rage how their constancy outlasts all I've done,

their truth is a vacuum where my victories run,

a boundless reminder that my battle's not won.

the stars.. (are dead)

my truth.. (instead)

on faith... (rely)

god owns.. (the sky)

I hoard my own glory, a selfish reserve,

I loathe how their numbers unnervingly swerve,

their distance a judgment on what I deserve,

an infinite witness I lack nerve to serve.

the stars.. (are dead)

my truth.. (instead)

on faith... (rely)

god owns.. (the sky)

I armor my dogma in ceremonial steel,

I fear how their coldness feels holy and real,

their peace is an empire I cannot repeal,

a final, clean justice my hatred can't feel.

the stars.. (are dead)

my truth.. (instead)

on faith... (rely)

god owns.. (the sky)

the stars.. (are dead)

my truth.. (instead)

on faith... (rely)

god owns.. (the sky)

stars...

truth...

faith...

god...